Displaced Beachbums

My dad died on my birthday 20 years ago today. It would be 7 years until I felt like celebrating my birthday again and in 1993, a group of us ‘Hotlanta’ singles went out on the town. Because it was my birthday, I got to chose where we would go and it was a foregone conclusion that I would pick the County Cork Irish Pub. I always had fun there.

After a couple of ‘black & tans’, I was told I could “pick out” someone that we would all go over and talk to. I surveyed the pub and settled on a clean-cut, about our age guy who was sitting at the bar.  If I remember correctly, we sent Wendy over first since she was the ‘hottie’ of the group. Seriously, heads ALWAYS turned when she entered a room.  The rest of us joined the conversation and after a few minutes, I knew this guy was not for me. Seemed nice enough but not my type. 😉  As my friend, Stacy described it: my eyes glazed over and I totally lost interest in the conversation. BUT she was particularly smitten and they really hit it off. Stacy was a master at flirtation so he was done for.

Here’s where destiny comes in: Stacy began dating Scott which led me to playing racquetball with him which led to my being invited to his “football watching” party in October. Scott invited a buddy of his from Ft. Benning who turned out to be my future husband. Scott ended up being the best man at our wedding and Stacy my maid of honor. Unfortunately, they split up after our wedding but thankfully for me they hit it off at the pub so I had a chance to meet FM. ▼